SaHil/JanAah Two Shot: Breaking Free.
Part 1
"Sanam! Sanam open your eyes Sanam! Please, open your eyes!" He felt so broken and helpless. He had never imagined he would see her in such a state. It broke him. The horror and worry he saw in her vulnerable eyes when she was feeling so ashamed of her; was the most dreadful sight he could ever imagine. He mentally blasted himself of why he couldn't take better care of her. Though she doesn't allow him to go near her, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't care for her. He had promised
He held her shoulders and brought her face onto his knees, holding her protectively. "Sanam, I am sorry. I am sorry Sanam. Please open your eyes. I love you, Sanam!" He kept tapping her face in the hope of waking her up, but she didn't. Tears started forming in his eyes, to see his Sanam in this state. He covered his coat over her more securely. Carefully, he picked her up in his arms and made his way to the room.
She was still unconscious; the trauma she just went through must have made her pass out. He kept looking at her, and his heart broke to see her so vulnerable. The rage he was feeling was somewhat subsided after beating up that bas**rd who tried to misbehave with his Sanam. The sight was more than he could bear. His blood rushed even while thinking of that asshole. He could have killed him right then, if he wanted to. But something made him stop - Sanam. He couldn't bear to see her in such a helpless state. It killed him to see her like that. He knew what his priority was - her safety.
He brought her to the room and placed her gently on the bed. She still had his coat on her. He thought to put that off her but something made him leave it that way. Out of nowhere, he thought as if that coat symbolised his arms around her, protecting her; and a faint, almost rueful, smile broke out on his lips. He sat beside her as he tentatively reached out to push back her hair from her forehead; almost afraid. He caressed her forehead lovingly, as an old memory washed over him. His eyes started welling up with unshed tears, as he realised the situation now.
"You still don't remember that night, do you?" He murmured looking at her face, intently. He looked away from her as soon as he thought he would lose himself. The pain felt as piercing as a thousand nails being pierced through his chest. He brought the quilt up and covered her with it. He looked at her one last time and couldn't help but lean and place a kiss on her forehead, ever so softly. "I love you Sanam, I will always love you. Even if you don't remem..." He whispered against her skin as his voice choked in his throat. He put himself away and almost got up to leave.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his arm, almost stopping him to go. "Don't leave me Aahil! Please!" Her grip on his arm tightened.
He stopped suddenly in his tracks, as he turned around to see. "Sanam?" His voice was laced with shock, almost stunned at what he just witnessed. He looked at the link that stopped him as he covered her hand with his, holding on to it. He looked at her and sat again. "Sanam? Are you okay? Open your eyes!" He looked at her worriedly as his other hand went to touch her face. "Mujhe chhodkar mat jao Aahil! Please!" Still unconscious, she got up and launched herself into his arms, grabbing him as tightly as she could.
He was still too stunned to do anything. He wasn't able to comprehend what all was happening. Is this a dream? Dj Vu? For this was too similar to what happened all those months back. She kept on holding onto him clutching his shirt in her fists. "Mujhe bahut darr lag raha hai Aahil! Please don't leave me alone here..." She started crying as her sobs swallowed the words from her mouth.
Aahil couldn't help but throw his arms around her this time, holding her protectively. He held her securely in his embrace as he soothed her back and her hair trying to calm her "Shh...Sanam! Sanam I am here alright! Kuch nahi hoga tumhe! I am here; I am always here for you. It's okay! I am not going anywhere! Relax!" He whispered soothingly into her ears. He dropped a kiss in her hair as he kept tracing his hand on her back to calm her down. Her sobs started to calm down and her breathing became regular as she held on to him, going back to sleep in his arms.
He made her look at him and saw that she is asleep. He traced his hand over her face tenderly before making her lie back down on the bed. He lingered over her for some time, trying to comprehend what all just happened. Something made him kept looking at her and never wanting to leave this moment. He missed looking at her like that. She looked so calm and peaceful. She was so close to him; and having her so close after so much time was making him lose his control. He could just lean down and kiss her right now. But he couldn't; and he wouldn't. She is not HIS Sanam. "I miss you Sanam. Please come back, will you?" He murmured close to her lips almost urging her, pleading her to listen to his heart's voice. Her own voice.
He knows she is in there; struggling to come out. He knows she "knows" him, even if she doesn't remember him. He has seen her eyes whenever they meet him - something so powerful, yet vulnerable. One thing he was sure of, whenever she was with him, around him - she was HIS Sanam, no Jannat. He suddenly had an urge wake her up and tell her who she actually is - His Sanam. But he wanted herself to come around, to make herself realise who she is. He can wait for her forever.
Or maybe, just maybe, somewhere in a little corner of his heart, somewhere in that small part of his mind, somewhere unheard or unspoken, he just wanted her to "choose" him. He was sure of his love for her, he was sure his love was not that weak. He was sure his love had the power to make her his - once again. He leaned over her some more.
She felt something hot hit her face, as she started to regain her senses. She shut her eyes closed tightly as she struggled to open them. She almost recognised to whom those breaths belonged to, as her own breath hitched. She flung opened her eyes and saw him leaning over her. Her eyes widened at him as she felt too shocked. Her hands almost instinctively came up to his chest as she pushed him away from herself in one swift motion. He stumbled back trying to balance himself, looking at her stunned with this action.
"H-how dare you?! What were you thinking of doing?!" She yelled at him as she sat up on the bed. She saw his coat covered over her as she put it off her and threw somewhere in the corner. He lookd at her, still stunned. As the realisation stuck on him, what her words meant he looked at her almost shocked. "What was I thinking? How could you even say such a..." He felt his temper rise as he tried to control himself. He couldn't believe she thought so low of him.
"Such a disgusting thing? Oh, so you can think and do whatever you want, and I can't even say? I should have known earlier..."
Aahil had had enough. He couldn't believe his ears. He never thought she would think like this. He knew he had to be calm and patient with her. But this girl has lost her brains too, she thought. "Listen San - Jannat! That's enough. You can't just go and say such things about the one who just saved you from a goon and brought you safe to this room!"
She had a strange feeling when she heard "Jannat" from him. Like she did not like him calling her Jannat. Weird. "Oh! Well, thanks but no thanks. Who told you to be such a hero? Did I? I could have saved me myself. You didn't have to jump in between, unless you had some other intent..."
He stared at her, not believing her words. "Intentions, hmm. Well, I don't know you tell me? As I remember, it was you - YOU who held on to me for your dear life, asking me to not let you go! Well I just complied with your requests..."
She looked at him, suddenly at a loss of words. Did she really did that? She remembered something, mostly his words. But she couldn't comprehend properly what were those. "It..It might be just a weak moment. I can never do such a thing. I am a married girl. And for your information, you too are married Mr. Aahil. So, if you don't want any more trouble, kindly leave from here. I don't want to talk to you about this." She got up from the bed as she headed to leave from there.
Suddenly a strong hand gripped her hand from behind to stop her from going. He pulled her back with force as he pushed her back to the wall behind, blocking her, with his hands on both the sides. He came closer to her looking into her eyes intently as he spoke "But I do want to talk about this, and I certainly don't want to leave!" He said roughly as he stared deep into her eyes, looking for something. Her eyes were always the biggest giveaway of her feelings. He doesn't want to do this, but she is making him do that.
"Leave me! Let me go!" She hissed as she kept struggling out of her grip, looking directly into his eyes. "I am not scared of you Mr. Aahil!" She stopped struggling, as her attempts were becoming in vain.
"Oh I don't think you said the same just moments ago, Jannat!" He almost smirked. He purposely emphasised on this name of her, almost like mocking. He had seen how she has reacted when HE called her Jannat. Clearly, she didn't like being called Jannat from HIS mouth.
She looked at him, at how he called her by that name. She felt confused herself. It was so weird, she always blasted him for calling her and addressing as Sanam, and now when he is NOT calling her Sanam but Jannat, she doesn't like! "Ugh!" She didn't realise she said it a little louder. Her frustration clearly visible to him now.
"You don't like it. Admit it. I know you don't." He said looking squarely into her eyes.
"What?" She asked too quickly. As if, she almost knew what he was asking.
"Calling you as Jannat. What else did you think?" He smirked at her as he came even closer to her. His hot breath now fanning her face. "Just making it clear" He whispered.
She almost stopped breathing at the proximity he held. It was just strange how he read her thoughts always. How did he know? It frustrated her even more. What the hell does he think of himself? She looked at him, for what seemed hatred to her. Strangely, she wasn't even feeling disgusted about this. Her heart was beating rapidly as she remembered the proximity they both just shared, on a bed. She closed her eyes and almost mentally slapped herself for thinking such things. This was not right. But certainly, this didn't feel wrong to her either. It was all so confusing, she hated it. She never felt such things ever before, and that was before she met this "stranger." Mr. Aahil.
Suddenly, his one hand behind her moved forward and slithered along her waist as he pulled her closer to him. She almost gasped softly as her body came in contact with his. Staring into his eyes he said softly "You feel it too. Stop fighting it." He kept looking into her eyes, almost pleading. The vulnerability in his voice almost matching with her eyes.
"I-I...what?" She was too lost to speak or utter anything. The intensity in his eyes, the fire in his touch, was robbing her off all the thoughts she had, or wanted to say. The feelings in her heart, overpowered her thoughts. It was becoming difficult to even breathe, to talk, let alone think. She was losing herself in these arms of a stranger. A stranger who was not so strange.
She suddenly put out her hands on his chest to push him away for good, but she couldn't. As soon as her hands made contact with his chest she couldn't help but run her hands over it. She almost sighed loudly as she closed her eyes with the feel of his smooth skin. Her mind was blasting at her to step away, this was not right! But her heart kept telling her, this is not wrong either. Her breathing became laboured as she traced her fingers over his naked chest. It was almost like those fantasizing dreams she used to have, she still has.
He looked down at her hands as his own hand got righter around her waist. He closed his eyes at her soft touch. He had missed her touch so bad and it was driving him crazy. Her hands went up to his neck as she wound them around him. He leaned closer to her face, lips merely apart. Their breaths mingled. "Aahil." She whispered against his lips as he couldn't help but utter her name in need "Sanam."
That was it.
She suddenly opened her eyes as soon as she heard that name and pushed him away from her using the momentum she had on him, as he stumbled back on his legs. He looked at her as she yelled at him "Sanam nahi Jannat hoon main. Jannat naam hai mera! Jannat! Ugh!" She breathed hard as she kept staring at him. She kept coming closer to him slowly staring at him. Confused and frustrated.
She flung her hands in air as she launched herself on a rant-spree. "Ugh! How many times I have to tell you? Its Jannat, not Sanam! Can't you understand such a simple thing? Is this name too difficult to remember? I don't know who ever that Sanam is! And I don't even want to know! I hate that name! I hate that name because YOU keep saying it over and over! I hate it because even when you are close to ME, you say her name! Ugh! Why can't you understand?"
"Why can't you get this simple thing, that it should be MY name you should call when you are with me, NOT that..that Sanam! Can't you see that, its the biggest turn off! You don't understand, do you?"
She came closer to him as he grabbed his shirt's collar. She looked into his eyes "I don't know what happens to me, whenever you are close to me. I don't know what happens to me, when I am with you. I don't know why I feel alive than ever I could, whenever I am with you. I don't know when you look at me, hold me, touch me; I couldn't control my racing heartbeats. I don't know if feeling all these things is even right or wrong. I don't know! I really don't know! All I know...Is...is that...my feelings for you are stronger than I could ever have for anyone. Stronger than you could ever imagine. For whatever I feel for you, I have never felt for anyone. I don't know why I feel like I know, your touch, your hold, your eyes."
"I don't know if I could ever say this or not but, I have fallen for you, Mr. Aahil! Yes I have fallen for you! I love you! You get that?! I love you!" She started crying as she poured out all her emotions as she grabbed on to him and hid her face in his chest.
All Aahil could do was - standing there, speechless, motionless. Too stunned to even think something.
She chose him.
The End.
Hey all! Thought to write something on the dumbhead Jannat falling for Aahil 😆 Tell me how was it! There's some more to it, I would be updating next part soon! Thanks! :)
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